One time...
I caught a honeybee in my palm
I let it fly between my fingertips
And it hummed
I laughed and It hummed
I let it pierce my flesh
And it stung
I cried and it stung
I promised to never let another sweet honeybee hurt me
The swelling died
But not I
And so
Back to the hive
Back to the hive
Back to the hive, I went
Where I got stung once again
Oh, it stung
For just as long
I cried and it stung
It's not all sweetness
But at least it's something
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